Worked 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.
Yes, I left before 8 p.m. *moment of silence*
Came home to a hot dinner, and not a cold one. For a change.
Read a few chapters of “The Fault in Our Stars.” On my balcony. While there is LIGHT out.
Now, I might just go DO something interesting with my night.
This is as close to perfect as a day has ever been in a long, long time.
What made me nuts last week (if I had to narrow it down to one) was having a meltdown and it’s like, OK, so when WILL you be able to work on this project as opposed to, hey, go take the rest of the day off. Or hey finish out today and take a nice long weekend. Or hey, that two months of vacation you’ve stored up that expires in, oh, TWO MONTHS — use a little, eh?
Because that cannot happen and will not happen. And that’s what’s got me stressed out in the first place.